Chapter 45: Succubus Hale or The Only Living Freshman

That was where her respectable little office personality finally fell off a cliff.

Marguerite Hale looked like the type of woman who would notice if somebody moved a stapler from the left side of her desk to the right. Yet her private brain apparently had entire scenarios about someone entering her space, sneaking up on her, catching her at home, or being hunted by somebody she had already chosen to want.

The funniest part was she liked both sides of it. Picking the Target. Making the First Move. Hunting Or Being Hunted. Dominating... Being Dominated.

’Pick a struggle, woman.’

Damon kept walking, reading as the list floated beside his vision.

He was not imagining himself fucking her. Not yet. That was not what had grabbed him.

It was the contradiction.

She had built her entire personality around control, then hidden half a catalogue of control-breaking shit underneath it. Silence Rules next to Dirty Talk. Being Sneaked On beside Picking the Target. Keeping Him Secret next to Exhibitionism. The woman could apparently argue with herself sexually and somehow everybody involved still won.

More importantly, Damon did not need to invent some grand fantasy for her.

Marguerite had already done all the creative work; she had built the amusement park herself, designed every ride, written the safety rules, locked the front gates, then gone back to work pretending the property did not exist.

Damon merely had the map.

He saw one entry again.

Door That Doesn’t Latch.

He slowly looked back toward the advising hallway.

Her office door and the same damn door she had specifically told him to shut properly because it did not latch... Damon covered his mouth for a second to keep from laughing.

’No fucking way. Hot!’

Maybe coincidence. Probably coincidence.

Still hilarious.

Marguerite Hale had apparently been sitting beside one of her own fetishes while telling him not to waste his mother’s money.

Blackwood really did offer a broad education...

...the first-time entries caught his eye next, and his grin weakened just slightly.

Breaking Someone In. First-Time Taking. Older Woman / Younger Man.

Damon quietly cleared his throat: ’Okay. My virginity stays classified.’

He was shameless, not suicidal.

Walking around near women whose hidden preferences included first-timers while mentally advertising factory-sealed status sounded like wearing raw meat around wolves and then acting shocked when nature started behaving naturally.

’Different.’ Do not ask him how.

It just was.

Still, Marguerite’s panel had completely broken his earlier idea of what a sexually predatory woman should look like. He had expected obvious types. Flirty women. Hungry eyes. Women who touched too much, smiled too long, leaned closer than necessary.

Marguerite had done none of that.

She had coffee, tablet:

’A dying plant.’ And enough hidden degeneracy to make Predator’s Gaze look nosy for exposing it.

For one ridiculous second Damon pictured her as some female sex demon who had gotten tired of ancient temples, taken a faculty job, bought reading glasses, and learned to survive on bitter coffee instead.

That image almost made him laugh again.

’Succubus Hale. Office hours Monday to Friday. Please bring your transcript and your dignity.’

Yeah.

That one was staying.

’You just found your exit, advisor. You just don’t know I have the map.’

The thought pleased him for about three seconds before Damon caught his own ego getting fat.

He snorted.

’Calm down. You have three points.’

Right.

Three points and he was also already thinking like some veteran seducer while still carrying factory-sealed virginity.

’You are a college freshman with a cap still covering my dick and a website that does not exist yet. Relax.’

That brought him back down nicely.

Mostly.

Most importantly, with Hale, he could be her predator and they could also swap places just for her pleasure and have fun together... having someone he could be himself with.

That’s to say he managed to get her to awaken that side of her she was so hellbent to keep leashed like she was afraid what she would do if she let herself free. He was the dare-devil willing to take his chances.

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By afternoon, Damon had ended up in one of Blackwood’s large freshman halls with several hundred other students scattered around the seats, and much to his satisfaction none of the brats he knew and knew him too had tried sitting beside him or introducing themselves like they were already lifelong friends after surviving one orientation speech together.

He had taken a seat near the upper side overlooking part of campus through the enormous windows. From there he could see the courtyard, students crossing between buildings, groups forming around benches, and freshmen comparing schedules like Microeconomics was a hostage negotiation.

The whole place looked painfully normal.

A guy below was complaining about an eleven a.m. class while two girls nearby were already planning Friday night, and another group was comparing dorm assignments with the seriousness of diplomats dividing territory.

Damon watched all of it with his cap low and his mind running somewhere completely different.

Marguerite Hale’s private panel was still sitting inside his memory.

Camilla was right beside it.

His aunt mission waited somewhere behind both of them, the Service Path site, which still did not exist despite Damon already mentally spending money it had not earned, and fifteen credits that included three eight a.m. mornings because apparently God had finally discovered his masturbation streak and chosen revenge<anno data-annotation-id="9b04d203-5835-5485-2c22-1a1f1bc1b72d" data-title=".">.¹</anno>

He really had a huge life a head of him!

’I am the only living freshman in this college.’

He was sure of it.

Everybody else was worried about lunch, lanyards, professors, parties, and whether they had picked the right elective. Damon was wondering why his advisor had home-invasion roleplay hidden behind a face that looked personally offended by late paperwork while calculating how quickly he could build a discreet service site for frustrated rich women.

Very different freshman experience.

He looked back through the glass at Blackwood and smiled.

This morning the university had only been convenient; close enough to commute from home, close enough to Camilla, close enough to the mature women filling that mansion with daily attacks on his remaining decency.

Now the place had layers.

Behind one office door sat Marguerite Hale.

How many more women walked around Blackwood looking completely ordinary while carrying private worlds just as deranged and with no way to explore them? Advisor Hale, Damon was sure, the only reason she’d locked herself in was because she had no one to try her Turn Ons and her biggest Kinks with, or maybe she had but hadn’t tried because one wrong move and calculation and here whole career’s over.

Maybe there were others like her in this college too? Professors. Administrators. Guest lecturers. Donors. Mothers arriving for campus events.

Damon immediately stopped that train before Predator’s Gaze turned higher education into a fucking safari.

’Easy now tiger.’

He was here to study too.

Supposedly.

Although even now Marguerite’s three points still bothered him, but in a good way. She smelled him, reacted and she had hated reacting. Then she privately regretted not having another appointment where she could smell him again.

That was not desire yet.

Damon knew that much, but it was not nothing either.

’There is a crack.’

His grin widened slightly before he caught himself sounding experienced again.

’Three points, virgin. Three.’

Fair. He leaned back in his seat, still amused, and watched the campus move below.

Maybe he should stop mentally challenging older women before he had practical experience beyond his own right hand and an embarrassing amount of internet and Onlyfans education.

That sounded responsible.

He would probably ignore it.

Blackwood had admitted him, after all.

Whatever happened after that was technically an administrative failure.

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